Serving the Wolf's Den (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

Silently she pushed through the racks of clothing for a few minutes and then pulled out a white, V-necked T-shirt and black pleated piece of cloth. Maura could only surmise it was the skirt that Rhonda had referred to.
    “These should fit you, Maura. You look like you’re about a 36C cup and around a size 8. Am I right?”
    “Yes. You have a good eye.”
    “That’s what Max pays me for. I’m the lead Bitch here.”
    “Right. I guess the bitch thing goes along with the wolf thing, huh?”
    “Max is a salesman and a damned good one. He knows what his customers want, and they’ve always called the servers here Bitches, and he saw no need to change it when he took over. Feeds some fantasy they harbor. I don’t give a shit what they call me as long as they keep throwing money my way every night.”
    “You like working here and for Max?” Maura asked.
    “He’s the best fucking boss I’ve ever had. He’s not too hard on the eyes either. Wish I had a dime for every woman who asked that boy to take her home with him and fuck her.”
    “And does he?” Maura couldn’t believe she had just asked such a stupid and totally inappropriate question. “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”
    “You’re damn right, it’s not.” Katie handed Maura the uniform. For a few seconds, she just stared at Maura and then said, “This once, and because he might end up hiring you, I’m going to give you some advice about Max you’d be wise to take to heart. He’s got the kind of sex appeal that draws women to him like bees to honey. You can’t blame the customers for trying and neither does he. But here’s the thing, darling, if you have fantasies about running your hands through those long dark locks of his, don’t. He’ll get rid of you quicker than spit. And that’s a fact.”
    “I’ve no intention of mixing business with pleasure. I’m here to do a job and make money. I don’t need or want anything else.”
    “Make sure you keep it that way. Now put this on, and then Max will see if you’re the kind of Bitch he wants serving his Den. You know how to get back to his office?”
    “I’ll find it. Thanks.”
    “Oh, and ditch the bra. It’s not part of the uniform.”
    When Katie finally walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, Maura breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t been sure if the woman had intended to stand there and watch her disrobe or what. She was totally out of her element here and wasn’t sure what to expect. She undressed quickly and, as she had been told, removed her bra. She was glad her breasts, although large, were firm enough that she could get away without wearing one if she chose, although she never did.
    It didn’t take long to put on the skimpy uniform. Turning, she observed herself in a full-length mirror that hung on the far wall. It was a bit unnerving to see her ample breasts pressing against the T-shirt that dipped low enough to show an abundance of cleavage. Her large areolas and nipples were barely covered, their outline clearly visible through the thin material. The skirt that barely covered the cheeks of her behind made her long shapely legs look even longer than usual. She remembered how Tim had raved about her breasts and legs. But it was her fuckable ass, as he referred to it, that he took the most pleasure in. Giving herself a mental shake, she was reminded that he had told her a lot of things, most of them not true.
    With one final glance in the mirror, she smoothed her long, light-blonde hair that fell in waves down her back. She was glad she had taken Rhonda’s advice and worn a dress and black high heels for the interview, as well as leaving her hair down instead of pinning it up in a bun the way she usually did. The heels set off her legs nicely, and most men liked long hair. Tim had told her it was sexy. Stop thinking about what Tim told you.
    Maura knew she couldn’t delay going back to Max’s office dressed the way she was any longer. Taking a